The Courier of Time

Echoes in the Porcelain

Echoes in the Porcelain

The rain, as it always did, smelled of something faintly metallic and

Salt & Echoes

Salt & Echoes

The rain in the city always smelled of regret, a metallic tang

Echoes in the Tide

Echoes in the Tide

The salt held a memory, not mine precisely, but layered upon me